I have a thing about working on Sundays. If I don't have to, I don't.
Work that gets done on Sunday is work that can't possibly wait until Monday (or be done ahead on Saturday). I don't do laundry on Sunday unless there is a True Laundry Emergency. The same goes for vacuuming and other housecleaning. After all, when you're a homemaker, you do all that stuff every day of the week. It's good to remember to take a day of rest, to separate the day in some ways from all the other days. The same goes for my freelance-writing work.
I do cook on Sunday, but I enjoy that.
Today, though, I emptied out 3 kitchen cabinets, one appliance cart, and one dining-room cabinet. I took everything out and decided what would go back in--and where it would go.
I have a huge bucket (one of those party buckets with the rope handles) OVERFLOWING with stuff that didn't make it back into the cabinets: stuff that's used maybe once or twice a year, so I'll keep it elsewhere; and stuff that I just don't use, so I'll donate.
Now, all my bakeware is in ONE place.
The rewards of treating Sunday as a day of rest are great. This afternoon, I worked. I spent about 2 hours not resting so that I can make my future time spent in the kitchen much more pleasant. (There's even a tablecloth on the table!) On a weekday, I don't get 2 hours in the afternoon to do this kind of stuff--I'm too busy being a taxi driver, referee, and nagger-about-homework.
It's taken 12 years to get my kitchen to look this good.
Now I can rest, and enjoy the fruits of my labors.